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An Ordinary Day : It Was An Ordinary Day

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It was an ordinary day. I woke up to my alarm screaming at me. I rolled over in my bed and turned it off. I laid there face up, wondering why on Earth is cheese cut into circles and squares. I slowly sit up and imagine what I could wear today. Just another ordinary day. I get to school on the bus as always, get to class and set my stuff down at my seat. I start to work on things for Geometry that were assigned the day before. I work for what seemed hours but was really fifteen minutes. People slowly come in and out of the portable and pretty soon the class is full of the 1st-period students. She finally comes in, 8:15 reads a clock, only seconds late as usual. She groggily speed-walks around the room to put her stuff down, then she walks towards me. “Good morning” she whispers, “Hey, good morning” I reply, “How are you doing” “Tired.” “How come?” “School” “Oh geez” “The normal.” The class starts, we start to shift back to our seats, but she suddenly gives me a look, and mouths “I need to tell you something” I stand there confused, as I wonder, what did I do? What’s going on? What’s happening? Then the teacher starts speaking and I practically teleport to my seat. The class goes on like normal, kind of bland and boring, but with a surprisingly enthusiastic teacher to keep us awake. My mind blasts off into space and passes the clouds within seconds of losing eye focus. I’m still caught on the thought of what she’ll tell me. Does she want to hang out? Come over? Go somewhere out of town? Is she moving out of town? Am I moving out of town? Okay, that’s a little unrealistic. I’ve lived here since I was 3, not moving anytime soon. Class finally ends, we are dismissed out, to our next class. I catch up with Rorri, and anxiously ask her, “Hey, what were you going to talk to me about earlier?” “Oh right, how would you…”, she pauses for what seemed like half an hour, but was only two seconds, “... like to go to a concert with me!” One-thousand thoughts race through my head, and I manage to get an “Umm…” out before we enter our class. I am actually screeching inside my head. I know for a fact that I would kill to go to a concert, not to mention with someone like Rorri. I also know for a fact that I can’t just

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